The intersection has been flooded by the dog-headed man.
Following Arthur Roque is his most trusted confidant, carefully selected crossroads elite.
But facing the tide of dog head, even though it is backed by a strong whistle tower, there is nothing we can do.
The orcs blocked the narrow entrance, and the dog-headed man built a ladder, climbed up from the walls of the whistle tower, and jumped into the window.
He was attacked from both sides and suffered heavy losses. Arthur Roque had to give up the defense of the lower squad, fight and retreat, and retreat to the highest point.
When he climbed to the top of the sentry tower, there were only three orcs left by Arthur Roc, all of them in a mess and gasping violently.
"Sir, I feel very honored to be able to die here with you." A soldier smiled happily.
"This is the last persistence at the intersection, which will turn us into burning torches and illuminate the orcs' path forward."
Another soldier with a poetic temperament was inspired by the feeling.
Arthur Roc suddenly heard the sound, and there was movement in the corner of the wall.
A soldier walked over alertly and saw the young orc mother, holding her two children, hiding in the corner, trembling.
Arthur Roque had met them, Raylost's widow and a pair of young sons.
"What a pity these two children." Arthur Roc looked at the woman's delicate eyebrows and couldn't help but be moved.
The muscles on the face of an beast soldier were trembling and sat dejectedly on the ground, as if he had lost his strength in an instant, and cried loudly:
"What are we working hard for? Even women and children cannot protect them."
Arthur Roc held his shoulders and stared into his eyes and said loudly:
"Don't be discouraged, you will have an answer soon. All the sacrifices of orcs make sense. You have shaped the glory of orcs with flesh and blood."
Another soldier looked at the young female orc and a pair of young sons and prayed devoutly:
"The holy light is above. If they can make them safe, I am willing to pay all the price, hoping that a miracle will happen."
The noisy sound of the dog-killer came from below, and the three beast soldiers raised their battle axes to prepare for the final bloody battle.
A cold wind blew, and loud howlings came from the air.
The three beast soldiers raised their heads, and a huge shadow enveloped the whistle, which was a strong two-legged flying dragon.
The two-legged flying dragon grabbed the edge of the sentry tower with powerful front paws, and his eyes looked around alertly.
The praying beast soldier cried with joy: "A miracle really happened. Our sacrifice is meaningful. Thanks to the Holy Light and the Great Chief."
The two-legged flying dragon cannot carry too many people, but it can still be done by taking away the young orc mother and her children.
"Come on, let's have a last battle of great strength to cover them off, for the chieftain and for the tribe."
The three beast soldiers held their hands together, their eyes firmly and smiled happily.
Two soldiers blocked the entrance with their bodies, and the last soldier helped the orc woman up and picked up the two young sons.
The top of the whistle tower suddenly fell into silence, and Arthur Roc walked straight towards the flying dragon, grabbed the thrown rope and climbed up.
"Sir, what are you doing?" a soldier asked in confusion.
"There is no miracle." Arthur Roc said calmly: "I hired this bipedal dragon. I don't want to die at the intersection like a fool."
"What did you say?" The beast soldiers were stunned.
Arthur Roc smiled and said, "I said that your sacrifices are meaningful. Fighting at the crossroads will win me promotion. Goodbye to me, a group of fools, learn to be smart in the next life."
"You deceived us." An orc soldier was furious, but unfortunately it was too late. Arthur Roc nimbled onto the back of the two-legged flying dragon.
"It's not that I deceived you, but that the tribe deceived you, it's that the chief deceived you, if you blame it, you believe in the so-called bravery and sacrifice, a group of incompetent waste, who have been used by others and do not know how to repent, your sacrifice
It's meaningless."
Arthur Roque smiled very happily on the back of the two-legged flying dragon.
Countless kobolds rushed to the sentry tower, and the three orcs roared in anger and entered a state of violence, protecting the orc mother and daughter, and harvesting the life of the kobolds.
But it was soon drowned in the kobold.
Arthur Roc's mouth was raised, proud and proud. There were not many opportunities for promotion, maybe there was only one in his life.
If you don’t grasp it firmly, how can you be worthy of yourself?
The person driving the two-legged flying dragon was a goblin, squealing:
"Flying Brigade serves you, please pay the second fee for your distinguished guests."
Arthur Roc took out a bag of gold coins and threw them over. He paid a deposit before, and after it was successfully landed, the final payment would be paid.
The goblin counted the gold coins carefully, put them away carefully, and spread their wings and rushed into the blue sky.
"I said, that orc woman is pretty good and very delicious. I couldn't help but feel moved after seeing it. Why don't you take her away? I can't charge you for money." The goblin asked lustfully.
Arthur Roc snorted coldly: "When I get promoted to general, I don't want any kind of woman."
The goblin nodded convincedly: "This deal is too cost-effective. The death of thousands of people at the intersection has made a tribal general. Congratulations to you."
Arthur Roque accepted flattery with peace of mind, and the intersection became smaller and smaller in his eyes.
Just like his status is rising steadily.
The two-legged flying dragon landed in Orgrimmar, and Arthur Roc was summoned by the Chief Chen Storm Wine.
The bloody battle at the intersection successfully boosted the morale of the tribe.
Arthur Roc rushed into the enemy alone and killed the chieftain of the dog-headed man, and was personally commended by the chief.
This heroic feat was recorded in history, and countless scholars were inspired to create poetry, opera, opera, etc., praising the greatness of Arthur Roque.
The legendary hero Arthur Roc is forever remembered by the tribe, Azeroth's great hero and hero.
In the chief's tent, the scouts always brought in a piece of information, telling in detail what Arthur Roque did at the intersection.
After reading the Storm Rich Wine, Chen just moved his eyebrows and threw the information into the bonfire.
"Have the big candle gag arrived?"
Kadega, who was standing beside him, replied: "The big candle Gag has arrived in Orgrimmar. I am just hesitating whether to let him meet Thrall."
Chen Storm Richer hesitated for a moment: "Let him come to see me first."
Senior editor of Azeroth, Golden Retriever's Big Candle, Gage, was waiting outside the door early. When he saw Chen. The Storm's Wine, he immediately showed a clever look:
"Chief, what can I do for you?"
Chen.Storm Rising Wine waved, and an orc attendant brought a glass of wine.
"This is the reward from the chief, why don't you drink it?" said the orc attendant sternly.
The big candle Gag picked up the wine, lowered his head and smiled, and drank it all in one sip.
Supervisor Gagg drank the wine, and the storm spirit said slowly:
"There is a fish in Pandaria that is smaller than a mosquito and can survive by surviving on the stomach wall. Don't try to remove it, otherwise it will penetrate your internal organs."
Gag's face did not change his color and responded calmly: "I have heard of this kind of fish. Every thirty days, the female fish must be sent to the stomach. After laying eggs, the female fish vomited out. Otherwise, the male fish would be irritable and drilled into the blood vessels.
No one can save the brain.”
Chen Storm Richer looked at him with appreciation: "This kind of fish is extremely loyal to its companion and will never betray it. The female fish is in my hands."
Gag kneeled on the ground with a plop and bowed, "Gag is willing to do everything for the Chief."